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the trend
Let's be men, if not for us, then for the babies
The little ones the revolution has now begun
(Put on put on the wings of the morning and fly
the trend
Let's be men, if not for us, then for the babies
The little ones the revolution has now begun
(Put on put on the wings of the morning and fly
Summertime and the livin's easy,
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.
Oh yo' daddy's rich and yo' ma is good lookin',
So hush, little baby,
, yo)Godfather of soul, lays in his bed,(Yo, yo, yo) yeh.
(Have you heard what the kids are listening to?)

I just got back from a little vacation.
Grew some
his bed,(Yo, yo, yo) yeh.
(Have you heard what the kids are listening to?)

I just got back from a little vacation.
Grew some wings and flew to Vegas.
I bongo with my lingo
Beat it like a wing yo
From congo to columbo
Can't stereo-type my thing yo

I salt and pepper my mangos
Shoot, spit out
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
onewon,
A little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what it's like to be young,

See you standing on the corner, watching lights as the action goes by
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
on flight control 
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll 
Two, three hours passin' by 
Altitude dropped to 505 
Fuel consumption way too fast 
Let's get on home
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
[Will.I.Am]
One for the treble
Two for the bass
3 for the ladies
And four for the blaze
Yo yo yo
It's that heat, that heat, that heat, that
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
I bought a brand new airmobile
'Twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal 
With a powerful motor and a hide away wing
Push in on the button, you
"Yo  this shit right here  is some shit  some serious shit" 

Yo  the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine 
Till you see me hoppin
of waiting
And crying
And I can no longer stand
My solitude

Still I keep loving you
And in loving you I am going crazy
And little by little
I am forgetting
count on any reprieve

The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches
never told me but if she tried I was a little to young it floated right by me
I never dreamed love so fulfilling it's simply killing and over spilling
scream 
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding 
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches 
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes 
I
never told me but if she tried I was a little to young it floated right by me
I never dreamed love so fulfilling it's simply killing and over spilling
in his other...
Dope car (x3)
Cars
Dope car]

Yo I see cars driving by me looking milky and shiny
Tires made from Pirelli getting all
out
Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out
Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass
Gassed you up then slap you with my staff
I seen your
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my